MissingPiece (Trafalgar Law x OC) Under Construction

Too Close.

|4 days later, Polar Tang, Training Room|

Bepo hurls Sorna across the room once more. Her form careens through the air before she lands with a loud thud, seated on her butt."

'I'm not going to be able to sit for a week'

Fueled by frustration, Sorna charges her white aura, determined to retaliate against Bepo's relentless assault. She aims to turn the tables, ready to send the mink soaring across the room for a change. However, before she can take a single step, Law swiftly jabs the middle of Sorna's spine with the tip of his scabbard, interrupting her intended retaliation.

"Ah, ah, ah." He warns.

She casts a sharp glance his way. Law simply responds with a confident smirk, completely undisturbed by Sorna's piercing glare. With a keen understanding of her powers, he expertly disrupts her aura, leaving her exposed and momentarily off-balance.

"That HURT!" She fusses.

Law strides towards Sorna and nudges her shoulder with the end of his scabbard. He then launches into an authoritative lecture, stressing the importance of adaptability and strategic thinking over mere reliance on the strength of her aura.

"Your approach to combat is driven by emotion, wasting the vast energy at your disposal. Your knowledge of basic hand-to-hand is severely lacking, as you recklessly advance, exposing yourself to unnecessary risks. It's borderline pathetic."

"Why am I needing hand to hand when I am designed to incinerate opponents from the inside out?!" She throws back at him.

"You're putting too much faith in your abilities and neglecting the finesse of combat! A fighter with real skill, even if less powerful, could easily best you due to your sloppy approach. Your lack of refinement in battle poses a risk to us all. Your victories over Kizaru and Akainu were mere flukes. Don't expect such fortune to favor you twice." Law states, continuing his speech.

"If I am not allowed to utilize my power in training, then how am I supposed to make improvement of these skills?!" She retorts.

Bepo tactfully retreats from the room, wisely avoiding the escalating argument between Law and Sorna, "I... I think im needed on the bridge. "

"You're not listening!" Law begins to raise his voice.

Recognizing Sorna's formidable power, Law sees the necessity in her honing her combat skills. Despite his guidance in training, her impulsive approach presents its own challenges cause his temper to tick.

"Why are you being so difficult?! Don't you get it? When you're stubborn, emotional, and undisciplined in battle. You are at a disadvantage. You could get someone else killed! How many times do I have to drill that through your head!?" He says, the volume of his words gradually rising.

Law's hand meets his face as his expression darkens with regret over his poor choice of words. He realizes that he must adapt to the reality that some individuals take certain expressions, well... literally. He needs to refine his approach to her training, making sure he doesn't unintentionally trigger her.

Sorna slightly recoils, a subtle flinch betraying her hurt. Her eyes narrow, the sting of his unintended insinuation igniting a fierce glare. Despite her eagerness to learn from Law, confusion and frustration cloud her understanding. She rises abruptly, brushing off nonexistent dirt as if to rid herself of the moment. As she strides toward her belongings, a storm of emotions brews within her.

"I think this is made enough for today," she spits, refusing to look at him.

'Fuck'

Law inhales deeply, his tone softening, "Sorna, that was merely a figure of speech, one I'll be sure to avoid in the future. My intention wasn't to be so severe. Yet, it's important that you losten to me."